April 2010
1 post
I’m sick of this
Of all the lies
The games we play
The hits at night
When you say you love me too
Why then does it make me purple and blue?
If I stay
Why do you stray?
The lonely nights
Without your presence
Why do I come last
To your mates, sex, and booze?
Whether I scream
Whether I hide
Will it be me you fuck tonight?
And will you go in the middle of the night
To your whores and lady loves?
I’m...